Jerusalem Walks Leon's Walks

The festive season always causes my thoughts to return to Krugersdorp. For example, Easter brings me back to the Easter eggs, I loved so...

I released the handbrake of the brand new Hudson. The sensation of holding the steering wheel, like dad, as the vehicle rolled backward,...

The story of my life in Krugersdorp continues. In the last episode , The Plumber, you left me standing open mouthed in my uncle Louie's...

The daily order of events took an ominously different turn after I began walking, my knapsack on my back, I’d left out my task of...

I let her walk out of my life. Now her memory is in my mind forever. That was in about 1964. I even remember that it was in September or...

Jack Holzman plumbers and plumbing supplies, up there in Human Str. on the ground floor of the building better known to the gambling...

The Nike cap. Leon’s anger had been simmering for a long time, threatening to erupt each time Robbie annoyed him. Robbie never knew Leon...

I’m a happy little boy. I don’t let anything get me down. But sometimes I’m disappointed and that puts me in a bad mood for a while. One...

The Katzen family was unbelievable, among the social circles of Krugersdorp that I was familiar with. I think it's because they never...

Last night it happened. A song I used to sing at the daily morning gathering in Krugersdorp Town School, came to me, and together the...

Bring your arithmetic homework, Ma ordered

Manke, his student cap on his head, on his way to Heder, looked into the stable watching how Scholem struggled, pulling the animal this way

5 times round the rugby field." ordered Mr.Schnell, Mr. fast, a suitable name for that impressive, tall, scrawny man, with blond hair.

The only way to cross the narrow stream, flowing in a deep gorge, was by means of a wooden bridge. On the other side a path led through a br

My young nanny came fresh from the kraal, to work for my mother, looking after me and raising me, as she would her own child.

A high white plastered wall protected our house from the service lane, where undesirable characters used to meet and plan diabolical schemes

The typewriter The typewriter Her pale blue skirt, wrapped around the outline of a shapely thigh. Thora banged on the black Remington...

Krugersdorp is the source of all the drama in my life. That may sound like an exaggeration, but it's not. My story continues and as long...